Pierrot's first musing
M. Aelmore
Pierrot pictured Columbine's heart
as an egg -- not a live kind, but
one of marble, that was
sacrificed from some
ancient Greek altar and now
found itself surrounded
by skin and ribs.
"Odd," it thought,
and as cracking was not
an option, it merely spun,
slower than our globe
(though the opposite
direction) and relished
its increasing smoothness.